"She doesn't love you at all! Her gentleness, her consideration, even when she's crying because she's been wronged—it's all for another man. What's the point of you protecting her like this?"
Raina Lynn's voice grew increasingly shrill, her emotions spiraling out of control.
She couldn't stand it—the man she loved, single-mindedly protecting another woman.
Austin Thorne looked up at Raina Lynn, his gloomy eyes like bottomless, icy pools. His voice was even colder, enough to send a shiver down one's spine. "My affairs are none of your business. And another thing—Laura Lowell will be mine sooner or later."
With that, Austin Thorne rose from the sofa and strode toward the door.
Raina Lynn stared at the closed door, standing dazedly in place for a long while. Suddenly, as if possessed, she started smashing everything in the living room.
When the room finally fell silent, it was in complete shambles.
